“What are we going to do?” said Capes, with his eyes on the broad distances
beyond the ribbon of the river. With this view
he struck off into a narrow street on the left, and soon entered a small alehouse,
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THE RAGGED EDGE
CHAPTER I
The Master is inordinately fond of young fools. She listened, her suspicions confirmed. She had followed a bobbing white hat and gray jacket until she reached the
Euston Road corner of Tottenham Court Road, and there, by the name on a bus
and the cries of a conductor, she made a guess of her way. “I should really like to
find somewhere to stay, if it was only for a few nights. She had, it was
true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. “My dear Anna,” he answered. Where else could she go?’
‘And there aren’t too many of them around,’ agreed Hilary on a gloomy note. It rained slightly, and a thick mist gathered in the
air, and obscured the beautiful prospect. Still he had a decent look,
and decidedly the air of one well-to-do in the world. “It isn’t anything to do
with our times particularly. A white house that she often found
charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for
the coming winter. It saved long voyages and long waits; and the buyers
rarely grumbled because the prices were stiff. “I’ll never be happy again! I hate you! But most of
all, what you have made me! A flesh-eating demon
cannibal, just like you! I should be dead, dead and lying at
the bottom of the sea.
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